| Relax, relax, relax, my little brother
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| All that you’d been through… a lifetime
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| Cling on, cling on, cling on to me my little brother
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| And we’ll laugh at the grand scheme of things
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| You burned yourself down to the ground
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| You picked me out from a crowd
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| You’re losing it, but I couldn’t tell
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| Till you hung yourself
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| You hurt yourself, you burned the bridge
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| The mole-hills turned to mountains in your way
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| I’ve been there, in solitude
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| But I could never save you that day
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| You got lost in the grand scheme of things
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| You burned yourself down to the ground
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| You picked me out from a crowd
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| You’re losing it, but I couldn’t tell
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| Till you hung yourself
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| But you are keeping me breathing
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| Your voice is keeping me moving
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| There was a way out of this mess
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| Plenty of time, find a new place
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| Catch you some sunshine for you’re face
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| We were running on, empty
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| You killed yourself, but I was sleeping… |